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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.