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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.