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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Urselle,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.