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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.