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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.