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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.