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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Q65,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.