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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.