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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.