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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.