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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.