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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.