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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.