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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.