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 Haiti and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
MC5,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Lyres,
The Cure,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.