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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.