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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nas to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.