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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 New Order to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Brick,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.