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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.