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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.