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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.