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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.