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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
MDC,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.