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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.