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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.