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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.