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 Russia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
World's Most,
The Index,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.