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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wings to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.