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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.