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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.