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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Red Krayola,
The Sound,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.