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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.