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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.