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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Scion,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.