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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.