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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Flash Fearless 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
UT,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.