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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.