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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Index,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.