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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Mars,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.