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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Franke,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.