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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.