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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.