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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Quando Quango 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.