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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.