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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.