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 Somalia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.