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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Stooges 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros 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?
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.