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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.