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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.