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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
UT,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Josef K,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.