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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
This Heat,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.