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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.