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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.