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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Index,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.