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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.