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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.