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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.