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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.