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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.