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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.