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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.