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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.