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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.