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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.