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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.