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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.