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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.