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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.