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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.