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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.