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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.