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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.