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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Brick,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.