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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Wings,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.