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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Technova,
the Swans,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.