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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 DNA 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.