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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.