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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.