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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.