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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Wings,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.