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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.