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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.