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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.