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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.