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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.