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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Pylon,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.