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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.