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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.