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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.