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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.