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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.