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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.