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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Wire,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.