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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.