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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.