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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.