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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.