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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Index,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.