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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.