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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Star Department,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.