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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Fear,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.