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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
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,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.