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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.