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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.