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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.