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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.