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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.