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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
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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.