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 Lesotho 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.