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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.