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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.