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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.