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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.