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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.