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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.