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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.