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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.