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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.