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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.