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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.