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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.