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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
the Germs,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.