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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.