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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.