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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.