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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.