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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.