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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.