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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Unwound,
Moebius,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Index,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.