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 Ethiopia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.