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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.