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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.