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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Wire,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.