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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.