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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie 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.