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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.