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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Smog 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Index,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.