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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.