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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.