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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Slits,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.