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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.