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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.