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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Audionom,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.