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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.