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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills 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 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
The Names,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
June Days,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.