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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.