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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Shoche,
The Slits,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
10cc,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.