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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.