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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.