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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.