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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Half Japanese 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Deakin,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.