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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.