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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.