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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots 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 rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Index,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.