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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.