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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.