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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.