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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.