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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.