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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.