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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Wings,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.