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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.