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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.