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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.