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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Cameo 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Fear,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.