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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.