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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
New Order,
Visage,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.