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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
MC5,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.