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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Crime,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.