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 Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.