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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.