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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Ituana,
Brick,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.