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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.