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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.