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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.