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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.