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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.