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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
ABC,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.