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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.