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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.