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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.