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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.