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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.