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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.