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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.