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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.