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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.