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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.