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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.