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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Faust,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.