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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.