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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Visage,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.