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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.