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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Wire,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.