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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.