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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.