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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.