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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.