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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.