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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.