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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Smog,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.