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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.