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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.