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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Magma,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.