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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.