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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.