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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Technova,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.