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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Houston.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Liliput,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.