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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.