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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
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,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.