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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.