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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.