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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.