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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.