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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.