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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Suicide,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.