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 Mali 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Can,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.