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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.