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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.