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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
The Slits,
The Index,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.