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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.