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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.