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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Halsall to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.