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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.