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 India and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.