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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.