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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.