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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.