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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Can,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.