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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.