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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.