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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.