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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.