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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.