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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
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,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.