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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.