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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.