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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.