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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.