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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.