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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.