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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.