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 Oman 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Visage,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.