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 Cuba and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.