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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.