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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
UT,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.