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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Monks,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The Cure,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.