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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.