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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.