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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.