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 San Marino 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Nas to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.