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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Pole,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.