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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.