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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.