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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.