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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.