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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Brick,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.