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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.