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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.