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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.