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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.