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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.