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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.