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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.