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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.