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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
DNA,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.