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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Can,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.