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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.