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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.