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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.