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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.