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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.