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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.