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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
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.