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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Can,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.