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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.