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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.