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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.