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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.