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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.