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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.