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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.