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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.