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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.