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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.