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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.