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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
UT,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.