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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.