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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.