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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.