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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.