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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.