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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Mars,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.