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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.