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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 Bremen and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.