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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.