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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.