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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.