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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.