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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.