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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.