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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
PIL,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.