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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.