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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.