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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 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 Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
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.