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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.