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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.