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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.