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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.