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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
cv313,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.