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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slave to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.