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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.