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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.