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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.