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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.