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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.