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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Index,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.