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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.