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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.