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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.