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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.