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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.