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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Index,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.