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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.