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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.