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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Visage,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
the Human League,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.