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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.