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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.