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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.