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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.