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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.