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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.