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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.