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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.