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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.