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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.