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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.