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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.