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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.