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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.