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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.