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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.