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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Cluster,
PIL,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.