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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.