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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.