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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.