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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.