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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.