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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.