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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
10cc,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.