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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.