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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.