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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.