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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.