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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.