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 Samoa and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.