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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.