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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
X-101,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.