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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.