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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.