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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.