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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.