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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.