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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
cv313,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.