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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.