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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.