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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Cymande,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.