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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.