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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.