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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.