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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.