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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.