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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Smog,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.