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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.