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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.