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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.