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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.