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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.