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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.