Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
June Days,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.