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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Swans,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.