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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
The Index,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.