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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.