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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
UT,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.