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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.