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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.