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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.