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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Busters to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.