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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.