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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.