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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.