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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.