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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.