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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
JFA,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.