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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Ronan,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.