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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.