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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.