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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
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.