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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
PIL,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.