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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.