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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.