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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.