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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.