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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.