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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.