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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.