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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.