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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.