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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.