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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Skarface,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.