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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Crime,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.