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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.