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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.