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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.