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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.