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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.