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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.