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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.