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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.