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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.