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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.