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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.