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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.