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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.