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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.