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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.