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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.