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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.