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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.