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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Technova,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.