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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
New Order,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.