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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.