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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Fall,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.