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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.