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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.