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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.