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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.