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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.