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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.