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 Spain 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
The Saints,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.