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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
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.