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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.