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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.