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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.