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 North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Roxette,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.