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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.