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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.