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 United States 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Aswad,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.