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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.