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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.