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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.