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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buckinghams to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Main Source,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.