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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.