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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.