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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Evens to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.