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 Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.