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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Urselle,
New Order,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.