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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.