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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
cv313,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Josef K,
Japan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.