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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.