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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.