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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.