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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Magma,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.