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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scion to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.