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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.