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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Make Up,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.