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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.