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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.