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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.