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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.