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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.