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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.