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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.