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 Portugal and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.