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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.