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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Visage,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.