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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.