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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Mars,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.