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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.