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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.