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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Magazine,
This Heat,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.