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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.