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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Smog,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.