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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.