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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.