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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.