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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.