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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.