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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Fear,
Inner City,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Liliput,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.