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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.