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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.