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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.