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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.