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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Crime,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.