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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Main Source,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.