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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Hashim,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.