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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Colin Newman 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.