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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.