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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.