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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.