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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.