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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.