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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.