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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.