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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.