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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.