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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.