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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Japan,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.