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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
The Standells,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.