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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Names,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.