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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.