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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.